── R E G R E T S
it stings.
the raw, aching of my heart,
torn apart from the slow yet heart-wrenching
departure of yours.
plenty of seconds, minutes, hours,
almost two years even.
to prepare every fibre of my being
for the very second you close your eyes
and the steady heartbeat of yours halts.
time halted when it did,
and the deafening sound of our hearts shattering
trapped me in a corner of the room,
( it smelt, felt, looked, like death. )
knees to chest, endless crystalline pearls
falling to my feet.
i wasn't ready, i never was.
it punched me in my guts.
breathless and coughing up regrets;
i could have,
but i didn't.
i didn't do the things i promised myself,
for you.
i held up my pinkie to the glow-in-the-dark stars,
"i'm sorry for not fulfilling every single promise.
i wish upon the night sky every other day,
for time to rewind so that those words don't
seem so empty and worthless as i feel."
— 06/10/18
